Guts, Clutter and the Wee Itsy

A Baby No More

2009-07-27T05:37:00.000-07:00

Priorities

2009-05-14T14:19:00.000-07:00

I have not made time to update this recently. I feel crappy about that. Kind of the same way I feel icky about the strange stain in the bathtub, the growing dust bunnies and the un-checked list on the refrigerator. I do however feel exceptionally good about splashing in the bathub with Vi, lolly running around the park, our visit to the circus, the never ending page flipping in our books, the brand new fish gurgling around in a square (Skeletor), getting work done and exploring the spring habitat in the hood. That stuff is so much more fun. See?

Version 10.0

2009-04-06T20:58:00.000-07:00

Walking up to a store near you, version 10.0 not only includes a vast array of significant updates, but boasts the ability to build on the skill set inherent to the system. With a penchant for communications and a thyroid for motation (crawling, stairs and a wee bit of walking this week), this little number may just wow you. Updates have been made to the challenged sleep mode. Issues of costume changes are being addressed.
Sly sense of humor and extra
special cuddly/snuggly feature thrown in if you act now.

Little Buddy

2009-04-06T20:57:00.000-07:00

While Heyden often gets the short end of his 112 year old stick, we (alright, I) feel it important to mention just how influential he has been thus far in Vi's jam packed little life of 10 months (Heyden was her third word after all). He not only allows her to poke her ever pointing finger in to his eyes, he seems to delight in having her fist in his ear and her minature body thrown full force on his tender hips that no one else is allowed to touch. She yanks on his hair while he plays dead (it can be hard to tell) and in deference to his friendship, Vi frequently wears a chunk of fur prominently stuck on her chin. The similarities between the two are also in the upswing. As of right now, they both enjoy patrolling and licking the kitchen floor, gnawing on rubbery things, cruising garbage cans, making a run for it when it is thought that no one is watching, and doing a full perimeter before committing to contact when amongst their own kind.

Lions, Elephants and that Little Train around the Ducks

2009-03-10T20:16:00.000-07:00

Mike, Beth and Sara were hitting the zoo and we wanted in on that action. As Winter no longer takes form of an Iceberg, and we have taken the form of beast oggler; Wonder Twin powers activate!

Cheese.

2009-03-01T21:28:00.000-08:00

Teeth have made an appearance! We thought them a little un-nerving at first, but are now clear on the reason for her rejection of solid foods. Please don't mention anything to Vi, she is a little self conscious.

Produce Vs. That Which We Produced

2009-03-01T20:15:00.001-08:00

While I have been accused of befriending and purchasing damaged fruits and vegetables, I want to be clear, I completely missed the special qualities we subsequently found in this particular orange while watching the Oscars. Not sure if there is a category for this. Best supporting produce?

The Adventures of the Tres Amigas

2009-03-01T20:14:00.000-08:00

The winds and mountains called to us. A car was procured, Auntie Alli picked up, a mousecot named lance engaged and maps left behind to continue their job evening out chair legs. The blue highways of New Mexico as well as those utterly covered in treacherous snow stretched out before us. Ahhh...Vi's first chick road trip.

A Winner Has Been Declared!

2009-03-01T20:10:00.000-08:00

It started innocently enough. The highly anticipated bout pit the first small tooth of one Violet Sparrow against the rather formidable Amarylis bulb purchased post holiday season. They stared each other down as the bell struck. The rounds passed quickly, the fans visibly sweat it out as the sleepless nights mounted. As the bulb began to bear flowers, it was clear that the little ones gums were still barren (unlike her towel). Unexpected Winner: Amarylis.

Common thread?

2008-12-31T22:05:00.000-08:00

While you may have guessed nervous habits/dispositions, the correct answer is actually clapping. As if Vi needed to do more to endear her grandparents, she rolled out clapping, waving, saying hi (pretty much), sitting up, pulling herself up in to a stand, kissing and motation fast and furious in the short time frame we were in NJ. We would have been happy with a simple clapping monkey for Christmas, but instead we now have a daredevil living in a highly unbabyfied, albeit excitedly happy house.

Poser

2008-12-31T21:38:00.000-08:00

The photographer yelled "strike some poses and make 'em snappy and sappy there sweet cheeks!" Vi obliged throwing these beauties out there quicker than she can swipe a book off the table, cram it in her mouth and eliminate it's resemblance to a rectangle. She did however feel the photographer a bit schwarmy and his assistant mentally unstable.

Livin' Lucky is What We Are!

2008-12-14T21:42:00.000-08:00

While it was not Vi's first concert, it was her introduction to the live version of her favorite band, Paper Bird. She made me get there early so she could slip right up to the front and guarantee herself enough room to rock it back and forth (and she did!). With the first chord she was completely engrossed although at one point she did make a break for the tasty mic cord to her left. I don't know why she couldn't wait to eat. It wasn't like she waited out over night for tickets or anything...
www.paperbirdband.com

Faces of the Day

2008-12-08T13:54:00.001-08:00

Speaking of baby faces...

Field Operative Heyden

2008-12-08T13:06:00.000-08:00

Not wanting attention to be focused on anyone but him, Heyden has thrown a campaign of unparalleled terror in to action. While it includes many of the old favorites, his real genius is the whole back story that continually re-supports his decrepit and deaf dog alibi. Taking advantage of every opportunity, despite serious time constraints, he has truly shown his mastery at deceit and stealth operations. Somewhere in this apartment is a little belt with an ever increasing number of hash marks where Heyden goes to laugh it up as his victories mount. If only he could still howl. Most recent attacks include: destruction of hospital bands from Vi's birth (located far above the normal height range), re-location of 5 pound flower pot in upright position over the top of a hard drive tower, decimation of large bag of Doritos (flaming hot variety; Herms fav), annihilation of 15+ rubbery nuks and elimination of one small Roman Senator costume (see below; wire never recovered).

We Three Have Wii

2008-12-07T15:01:00.000-08:00

Like an 80's parent in search of a Cabbage Patch doll, Herms scoured an unknown number of retail establishments to raise his arms in an early morning victory with the acquisition of the Wii.
We are sure you will agree that Vi's sugar plum holiday dreams are now on the cusp of being fulfilled.

Should we become unrecognizable as a result of prolonged exposure, please refer to our alteregos.

Plebes Don't Hold It Against Us

2008-12-01T17:23:00.000-08:00

Apologies citizens, seems Halloween pics were overlooked. The consul of younger was deprived its rights by the obligations of the elders to the Society of Denver Film. Senator Violet thanks you for your offers of candy. She has unanimously elected to partake next year.

Change

2008-11-15T22:02:00.000-08:00

We don't think anything more needs to be said about Election Night. Breathing was easier and Vi got a little bit teary about being here (as in the Skylark) for this good piece of history. Due to the excited nature of the evening other things (like all our photos) got a little blurry. Would have liked to show you more of the participants.

Papa goes shopping for binkies. Ends up with musical bear.

2008-11-08T19:36:00.000-08:00

Oops.

Another Drinking Binge

2008-10-29T05:55:00.000-07:00

We're not at the point where we're going to call social services, but she does seem to take drinking to the extreme. You can see her here in her latest drunken stupor. She could barely manage to mumble, let alone hold a conversation. She fell over frequently. She lost control of her bladder. It was embarrassing and at times we were afraid she would lose control and we were not sure we were safe. She yelled at me to change her diaper. Then she passed out.
-Hermann

Vi's First Rally

2008-10-28T21:19:00.000-07:00

Well, she woke me up at 10:15, and told me to get dressed. At 10:30, she made me find her "good" stroller - the larger one with the pockets and sub-visor. We then proceeded to walk up Broadway 1.5 miles until we found what we assumed was the line to the rally. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a line to donate blood. After Vi gave them a pint, we proceeded one more block to Civic Park, and found a much larger line that disappeared around the block. We found the end of the line, and stood there. One minute later the line exploded, er, dispersed. Everyone started walking towards the capital building. I asked someone why people were walking that way, and a kind fella told us that they had set speakers up in the park so that losers and late-comers could hear the goings-on where the cool people were. Not wanting to look like losers, we walked in the opposite direction until that guy was out of sight. Then we doubled back and up the hill to find a nice spot on the steps of the capital building. As we were on the 15th step, we were exactly 5280 feet above sea level. I turned to make small-talk with a nice couple sitting next to me, and soon discovered that Vi had ditched me to get a better view of the proceedings by climbing the statue in the middle of the lawn. I felt betrayed and a little hurt that she didn't include me in her excursion, and I must admit I felt the warm hand of justice when she got busted by the local police, who returned her to me. I then overheard a lady telling her daughter to be brave. "You're going to just have to be brave for me sweety", "You're gonna have to brave and not poop for a while, there's no way we can get through all those people." Vi overheard the conversation, too, and told the lady about the 40+ porta-potties we had passed when we doubled back after the line bust-up. The lady was elated that her daughter would be able to drop one sooner than later, and offered Vi a free Obama button as compensation. "Would you like a button?" "Sure." "What color?" "I don't care, as long as it has Obama on it." She digs through her bag of beautiful home-made buttons, pulling out her most prized one. She holds it above her head and admires it in the sunlight, turning it back and forth, front to back, before smiling and pinning it on Vi's tomato hat. ( At this point, I'm pretty sure the little girl has already dropped her load, as her mother was taking her sweet-ass time with the button crap, but I wasn't gonna say anything - the button was really nice.) We got kinda bored sitting there, as nothing had really started yet, so we got up and walked around. We walked around the perimeter of Civic Park, trying to see if there was an angle to view the speakers (the human kind). We then heard Bill Ritter speak, and some other people, and then some music, and , finally, Obama himself. We walked around the perimeter some more. We saw loony folks making videos about how there is no freedom of speech inside Civic Park right now because they wouldn't let people take signs into the park. We saw sharpshooters on the roofs of buildings. We saw some crazy anti-'O-BOMB-A' stinky people walking around. We saw a dead dog in the middle of the street. We never got the line of sight we were hoping for, but it was totally fun nonetheless. Then Obama started talking about education, and how we the people need to take responsibility for ourselves and turn out lights we don't need to use. And we were happy. Then Vi drank a fifth of vodka she had hidden in the pocket of her Stroller and passed out. I then wheeled her 1.5 miles back home. We fell asleep on the bed, and took a nap. I was late for improv. -Hermann

The Great Leafy North

2008-10-16T15:17:00.000-07:00

Auntie Stace's wedding was this weekend in Northern Michigan. It could not have been a more beautiful time. A perfect mommy and me, flying through the air, landing amongst gorgeous fall trees, spending quality time with the aunties, floating on Crystal Lake, trying to eat apple tree branches, sitting in grass for the first time, attending big time parties and watching a best friend get married through tears of joy (but not having any pictures of that part), whirlwind kind of a thing!

Hats For Sale!

2008-10-08T21:53:00.000-07:00

And exercise bicycles and strange lamps and miles of yarn and a large vintage dress collection and the kind of cheese gooped sandwich press, and the desk too heavy for any human to move, a door mat that asks one to leave and some apparently thought babies, although not at this sale...

While Hermie is Away (at improv)...

2008-09-25T22:49:00.001-07:00

Oh yes, it's ladies night and the feeling is right?

Baby Version 3.3

2008-09-20T09:01:00.000-07:00

This new version includes important upgrades such as functional hands, genuine interest and the ability to respond with consistency when posed questions in a slightly higher pitch. This feature further allows for laughing brought on by pressure on the appropriate locations and at times, by things simply occurring in close proximity or on screen. This remarkable "non-lumplike" model boasts numerous improvements and eye catching details. It is available to all here online 24/7 . Parents in awe included.

Haiku Hiccup

2008-09-16T09:05:00.000-07:00

Smiley growing girl
shoves her wee hands in her mouth
often too far, oops.

R.I.P. Mohawk

2008-09-16T08:58:00.001-07:00

This oft anticipated event actually coincided with the introduction of cousins. While there was a teary void of vertical hair, it was immediately replaced by a hair raising onslaught of chatter, hugs, smooches, inquiries and loving pokes. Vi loved every minute.

The Malleable Nuclear Family

2008-09-16T08:50:00.000-07:00

The great thing is that these triads aren't even set up. Some day when Hermie and I need a vacation it's straight to Aunt Meighan and Uncle Fan Fan's apartment!

Chaos Good!?

2008-09-16T08:13:00.000-07:00

The last 5 weeks have felt like Iggy Pop's "88 Lines About 44 Women," except there would be the need to scratch all references to women, replace them with the assorted array of occurrences/trips/Violet milestones and juxtapose them against the oddball stereotypes of new parents? Alright, maybe is has just been a glorious whirlwind through family visits, Grand Lake, Ruidoso, Chicago and the Democratic Convention, and has no relationship to the song at all. Good song, even better times over here watching this neat lady as she has passed from loving arms to loving arms.

Please Hold.

2008-08-15T08:44:00.000-07:00

The party you wish to reach is experiencing a high volume of work. Your visit is important to us. Please hold. Your wait time will be approximately 2 weeks. (insert muzak here).

911

2008-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00

It sure is exciting over here at 123. First there were the backhoes, jack hammers and closed streets of the last two weeks, then some drunkard thought it funny to tip over the workers port-o-let on the corner. This left the question of whether someone may be trapped in there and if that was the case, they would be truly saddened to know that every rescue vehicle on this side of town was outside the house yesterday as our neighbor's house went on fire. The only thing that could top that drama was Heyden's tough Sunday re-delivering the 1000 rubber bands he devoured the other day. In actuality, it was more like 994 as 6 were utilized for their intended purpose. We were going to take some pictures of the rubber band fiasco, but figured those with Vi and her first emergency vehicle onslaught were more tasteful, albeit only slightly. We should note that our neighbor and his dog are fine and the port-o-let seems vacant. Heyden is simply thankful he didn't opt to eat the paper clips.

And Now A Report From Gal Smiley

2008-07-26T11:39:00.000-07:00

If You've Got It Flaunt It

2008-07-25T10:52:00.000-07:00

For fear that she would one day wake up with a small pile of her fabulous soft mohawk left behind in her sleeping nook, some snaps were in order.

Look Mom, No Earplugs!

2008-07-22T08:33:00.000-07:00

Sweet Vi, plugged through another new experience last Friday as she toughed out her first 15 hour festival day. She bravely rolled under tents being erected, selected wood at Home Depot without getting splinters, lobbied for staff naps, cited the clear stupidity of the line-up and shed needed light on the glaring lack of a milk geared beverage area. She is not so sure she would ever want to be involved in this ridiculous line of work, but she sure did make her mom teary proud.

Uno, Dos, Tres Mariachis!

2008-07-12T16:58:00.000-07:00

Auntie Ashley's Birthday at El Noa Noa. Ole!

Survey Says?

2008-07-12T16:51:00.000-07:00

We are asking that the real Nolan-Flood gang please step forward.

The tired people as well as Yoko Ono and John Lennon are completely stumped...

Aunt Kate and Uncle Thom rock!

4 weeks, 5 weeks...

2008-07-12T16:44:00.000-07:00

Just a few fresh snaps to keep ya in the loop. So many changes are visible to us every day, but I'm not so sure that is true of the naked-eyed onlooker. Suffices to say, she is way more alert and as she doesn't seem to blink, we just keep her away from dust storms, flying pencil points and that shedding four-legged creature. Clearly our ability to keep her away from other harmful household items is questionable.

2 Weeks. 3 Weeks.

2008-06-20T10:04:00.000-07:00

So many changes logged. There were smiles that we are sure had nothing to do with bodily functions, a raised eyebrow, the miraculous disappearance of dry skin, numerous water, basketball and work related adventures and a greater knowingness behind her constantly darting and (lets face it) occasionally crossing little eyes.

2 WEEKS

3 WEEKS

Washed Up

2008-06-10T11:44:00.000-07:00

First bath. First bath. Everyone says this is such a big deal. As you can see, it certainly was for Violet. The occasion would have been better caught on video so the audio track could accurately express her high pitched wails. Poor girl. We hope she hasn't been too traumatized. Will try again soon.

Still Life With Umbilical Nub

2008-06-05T17:08:00.000-07:00

Violet is proud to announce the shedding of her shriveled up umbilical nub. It was tenderly cared for during its 9 day run, but still found unexpectedly hanging out in the back of some girly pink pajamas. We wish it the best and welcome a rather wonderful little belly button.

Violet Sparrow Nolan Flood

2008-05-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

Somewhere between Home Depot and Paulino's Garden Shop, the water broke, but we just didn't think it was true. 36 hours later she appeared through an unexpected cesarean peek-hole into a world of anxious onlookers. She has since been to space, re-enacted a scene from the Sistine Chapel and tried her hand at audio engineering. Mostly, she has just been loved.

Happy Dungeon Dwellers

2008-05-20T13:04:00.000-07:00

The oh so pathetic drama of moving, has been left in the dust and breathing has become much easier. Everything that we can do at present is done and as the closets can be accessed without having everything come down on your head, we are thinking we did a pretty good job of stashing our clutter. Itsy may have to fight for her crib, but we figure the challenge of accessing it will toughen her up a bit. In response to all those questions about color and wood...

Out And About With The Goot

2008-05-20T07:30:00.000-07:00

Despite a lack of enthusiasm for such activities and other humans in general, the goot has got to get out every once in a while. It's just so darn hard to hide it...

Ta Da!?

2008-05-11T15:15:00.000-07:00

We had high expectations for this final sonogram. A sweet little cheek? A peering eyeball? A few outstretched fingers? Instead we encountered this which seems to be more along the lines of a Rorschach test. I think I see a manatee cozying up below my glass bottom boat. Probably about 3:00pm, light shining through the water and lots of spring underwater foliage around. There is also the possibility that it is a flesh eating carved pumpkin creeping up from under my bed to sink its piranha like teeth in to my gut. You?

Outside The Box?

2008-05-01T08:47:00.000-07:00

While the floors both upstairs and downstairs were finished yesterday marking the end of our sleeping, showering and "where the hell is everything," logistical issues, we did have one little mis-calculation. Upon arriving home at the instructed hour, we were assaulted with truly awful fumes that made sleeping inside less than prudent. As it was late, we had already burned the sensible options generously offered, so we had to go with an alternative plan. While the fashioning of tools out of duct tape was not necessary, Hermann had to once again employ his superior skills with cardboard boxes and follow them up with his best Bambi's mom imitation. We call it our big neighborhood camping expedition as opposed to "3 weeks to go and sleeping on a cardboard box in front of the house." My Heater, My Hero...

Oh yeah...it snowed this morning shortly after we went inside...

Countdown to Clay...

2008-04-24T10:07:00.000-07:00

While the black cape has always been in play and the tiny pointed teeth a consideration when it comes to Itsy's orthodonture, it is the fuzzy purple-colored skin coating that has been growing all over us that is a bit questionable. We usually like to keep our counting tendencies to neighborhood sites like telephone poles, pigeons, stray dogs and the occasional meth lab, but as Clay moves in on Saturday we have really picked up the pace...ah, ah, ah...

- 12(00) dust bunnies thwarted
- 11 rooms of paint a splashin'
- 10 minutes of beautiful outside weather appreciated
- 9(00) rounds up and down the stairs with no noticeable muscular build up :(
- 8 days until the 1st
- 7(00) feet of floors a layin'
- 6 feet of cock-eyed retaining wall to be straightened
- 5 GOLDEN WEEKS!? Actually it is now looking like 4 and that feels a little less golden...
- 4 days of waiting on the cleaning lady
- 3 plumbers plumbin'
- 2 movers a movin' (only the big stuff)
- ...and a single lock left steadfastly unopened

See What Condition My (Our) Condition Is In...

2008-04-22T07:57:00.000-07:00

The Dude says "you're looking pregnant girl."

Hermann just laughs.

All I know is that the wowing gut construction that occurs while I am sleeping has negated my ability to roll over with any speed and caused a few noteworthy instances in which formerly navigable paths are now places I simply get stuck. Itsy seems to want someone to hold her foot and when I found myself balancing a book on her bum the other day things started to feel odd. I am however feeling genuinely good through the changes of every day although I attribute this to the fantasy in which there are at least a couple of weeks during which I can suck in movies, go to museums and feel socially normal? The reality of my reality vs. the condition of my (our) conditions remains to be seen.

Beyond The Grid

2008-04-14T13:21:00.000-07:00

While Hermann is getting his image on a Sony Playing card and a character in a 48 Hour Film Project city will be named Kristin, neither of us could possibly aspire to making it to the NYT crossword puzzle. Ohhh...our little Itsy...so accomplished...

Monday Morning Progress Report

2008-04-14T06:28:00.000-07:00

HERMANN- Has proven himself quite adept with paint and excels at the creative usage of cardboard boxes. His classmates enjoy his company and his clever sense of humor. He should be commended for never speaking out of turn and taking needed personal time to strum his mandolin in the empty rooms and hallways of the "new wing."

KRISTIN- Has a tendency to utilize innumerable scraps of paper on which to write and subsequently re-write her lists. This not only makes her a wee bit neurotic, but an annoying classmate that as of recently is more of a broken record than an interesting conversationalist. Her suspect growing mid-section is close to rendering her immobile and should that occur, she may be expelled under suspicion of inappropriate student contact.

ITSY- While Itsy's growth shows promise, her overall tendency to do nothing but slosh around is not in line with current curricula. She has not, as of yet, engaged with her classmates although she shows a significant connection and throws out loving 1-2 punches to the students above. Suspicions are that she is in fact attempting to communicate, but a means by which to interpret her efforts has not yet been found. Radiohead therapy had been employed, but the results are sadly inconclusive.

Further progress of project 1-2-3 can bee seen in short form below. The carpet was installed, the alluring fridge was removed by a thankfully death defying comedic duo straight off of the Craig's List 10 step program and standing by our first non-food color inspired wall is our new friend Orlando who is going to take some of the painting pressure off of Hermann so he can focus on his studies. Up this week: all trim finished, front wall straightened out, all available furniture moved down, upstairs to be painted and Kyle to begin laying the floors in the lowest level. Don't hold your breath.

DOG! Not Dunce (Heyden's Corner)...

2008-04-09T09:49:00.000-07:00

Heyden was concerned that the tales of his recent brushes with death might make him sound like he was losing his zip. He wants to assure you his appetite for all paper products has not diminished and that given the opportunity to nab a pretzel on top of the bar, he'll happily and recklessly employ his toothpick strong legs to get himself up there. While he acknowledges that he is unable to hear his name or "no!" screamed directly in to his ear, he can, utilizing some kind of questionable witchcraft, ascertain when we are working in the apartment below and let loose the stressful barks and cries of separation anxiety to his advantage. He is particularly proud of that skill. His message...

"Hi (ow)- I'm (ow) o.k. (ow)"
- Heyden

In To The Woods

2008-04-03T15:05:00.000-07:00

While we couldn't catch a shot of the woodpecker that has been drilling our metal chimney, I was able to capture the occasionally more elusive "woodsander" Kyle (it seems he is not at all afraid of owls or tin foil like our other little friend). One of two rooms sanded and lookin' sharp. Floors
to be laid in the lower level (see how I didn't refer to it as the dungeon) in two weeks or so.
Progress, eh?

Sunday Morning Injury Report

2008-03-30T19:21:00.001-07:00

Apparently a bagel is a carrot. With the allure of but one bagel each yesterday, we finally stepped through the doors of "the other 123," to tackle not only the remains of past residents, but the need for serious change. The living room was transformed in to the yolk of a sunny side up egg with Herms expert paint on, spackle on method. I employed the stab it with a knife, rip carpet and yank system and Itsy simply did a whole lot of wax on, wax off. For his work, Herman was rendered incapable of raising his hand to ask to go to the nurse and get some Advil. I was gifted hands that were shaped like and could do no more than that of your average ping pong paddle. Itsy seems to have weathered it just fine. Why wouldn't she? She lives in a rather ritzy hot tub. Despite the injuries, by the end of the day all remnants of the past were gone and so was the feeling of the apartment not really being ours...Seems worth it.

The Only Thing Smiling For The Camera Was Heyden (Unflattering Pre-Work Shots)

2008-03-30T18:49:00.000-07:00

Gut Overtakes Wing in Close Race.

2008-03-26T14:58:00.000-07:00

There have been some questions about the growth of Itsy Nolan Flood. The pictures to the right should help to clarify the leaps and bounds she has enacted to stretch the boundaries of her playhouse carefully nestled behind my new outie bellybutton. If she was out here in the world, I think her 70's kid cords would be ridin' a bit high water. For the time being, she is just doing that to my skirts. Future grand child, niece and buddy young pal contained within...

To give some perspective, we have employed this chicken wing. Thankfully, Itsy is now too large to eat. The wing was however snatched out of my hand by Heyden right after that last snap. Lets just say he didn't make it very far.

A Victory Over The Perfect Storm of Confusion!

2008-03-24T15:09:00.000-07:00

At approximately 12:55pm this afternoon, the mortgage papers were signed. The oddities of the road continued, but we think everyone has heard enough about that already. For our money we were given this key. It opens one of the three doors.

The Trash Collectors May Wince, But The Salvation Army Loves Us...

2008-03-23T12:04:00.000-07:00

In anticipation of the twice delayed closing happening on Monday, we thought it high time to pull it together over here. While "pull it together" may to some sound like an effort to pack, we should clarify we opted to keep it simple by sticking to forging pathways through the apartment, cleaning out some drawers/closets and generally making more room for Heyden who is often found trapped, staged in a bottleneck or hindered by his failing reverse gear. Life over here looks a lot like "Where is Waldo..."